I bought a bottle of Smut from
andrabell over on
alchemylab. She doesn't live that far from me, but our post office out here (in what used to be the sticks, but is now strip-mall and McMansion land) is verrrrrrrrrrry sloooooooow. All mail, except for bills, is consistently late, and our Netflix discs always show up two days later than they're supposed to (even though the warehouse is about 10 miles from here). When I ordered the DVD set of Firefly from an Ebay seller about 25 miles away, it took an agonizing WEEK to get here. By Priority Mail.
I know all this. I don't like it, but I'm used to it.
This AM, I checked the Click-N-Ship and the package was at the local PO. Aaaaaaaaaaugh!!
Why, then, did I just confront my cat and ask her where my Smut was?